A long golden scroll.
An endless stretch of Guancheng.
Dressed in white.
A fairy sword...
Endless scarlet blood energy rose, and the battle to defend the city began like this.
Su Mo in white swung the sword in his hand, and with the power of the law, he cut out magnificent sword energy.
The white clothes and white hair were flying, and with the flower-like sword energy, they rushed into the tide of monsters, and the monsters fell down one by one and turned into corpses.
Before countless monsters could reach Su Mo, they turned into blood mist and blew in the wind.
The cool breeze blew up to the city from outside the pass, gradually bringing with it a hint of blood.
The bloody smell blew up to Peach Mountain, flying together with the fragrance of peach blossoms all over the mountain, singing and weeping.
The Book Saint sat alone in the formation, constantly injecting his own cultivation into the formation.
The Book Saint looked at the white cloth, then turned to look at the endless monsters outside the pass, sighing slightly in his heart.
There are countless monsters and beasts to kill.
If there is no follow-up plan, how long will this battle last...
Wu Qian stood on top of Guancheng, and Su Mo stood alone under the golden light array guarding the gap, his eyes confused and complicated.
Turning her head, Wu Qian walked to the war drum.
He picked up the drum hammer and beat the war drum fiercely.
Boom!
The sound of war drums spread outside the pass and reached Su Mo's ears.
Su Mo swept across with his sword. The star power of the Star Sword was integrated into Su Mo's power of law. It came out from the tip of the sword, like a magic pen in Su Mo's hand, and wiped out countless monsters.
Su Mo turned around and looked at Wu Qian who was standing on the gate beating the war drum. He smiled slightly and Qingwu in white turned around and continued to guard the gate.
He did not leave the pass and fight out, but tightly guarded the opening...
There are endless monsters to kill, so we can only guard the gate!
The sound of war drums at the top of the city was endless, and accompanied by Su Mo's battle of one man guarding one pass, it spread into the city.
There seems to be only three people in Peach Blossom Pass: a beautiful figure, an old man, and a man in white clothes.
Peach Blossom, Guancheng, Monster, Peach Blossom Pass seems to have only three colors.
The fragrance of flowers, blood, and drum sounds are intertwined together, adding color to the painting of this border.
A detached figure in a white dress, hiding her figure, was sitting on Guancheng. Looking at the scene in front of her, her eyes gradually fell into confusion.
...
The caroling stack is blown by the wind and sand, and the dream of Guan Jiang is broken.
Not seeing peach blossoms all over the mountain seems like a pity but there is no trace of it.
Wan Jian Guan and Wan Jian came out simultaneously, appearing in the hands of tens of thousands of border monks.
The beast tide rushed towards Wanjianguan Pass. After being blocked by the Guan Formation, they all rushed towards the opened gap...
The two old men looked at each other, and walked to the gap with two long swords flying.
The gap is not big, and the endless monsters cannot come at the same time, but they still come like crazy.
Those roars of beasts brought out boundless chills.
Tens of thousands of Taoshan disciples took the lead in coming out of the formation, like the tragic song of Guancheng, as if they were spoken in the sky.
"kill!"
The roars in unison shook the sky, and the mountains and rivers trembled.
This fight of blood and flesh seems to have planted a habit in the hearts of these people...
No one can't die, it's just the value of death.
Seeing the Taoshan disciples being ordered to fight, all the cultivators from Wanjianguan merged into it.
The color of blood gradually rose, and a chill enveloped the place.
...
Rouge closed the door, and the rouge dress sat alone on the city wall.
The cool breeze blew, causing the rouge dress to fly...
The monsters outside the formation rushed into the gap in the formation and headed towards the city.
Rouge seemed to turn a blind eye and just sat there quietly.
Her eyes seemed to reveal all kinds of complicated and lingering sorrow and sadness.
She looked at those monsters, but she didn't know how to start.
With a sigh, she finally shook her head slowly, raised her hand and patted the long skirt on her body, raising up the dust that had accumulated for a long time. ŴŴŴ.BIQUGE.biz
The monster rushed to the moment and rushed towards her.
Rouge slowly closed her eyes, and her body exuded a kind of fragrance...
The scent of rouge floated in the wind, passing over the monsters rushing towards Guancheng.
In an instant, those monster beasts that smelled the fragrance shuddered, and then their eyes turned gray as they fell down Guancheng.
The seductive fragrance carried the monster and fell down Guancheng.
Suddenly, the bright red skirt of her rouge dress seemed to spread out and turned into thin red threads.
The countless thin lines seemed to have their own spiritual consciousness, growing longer and longer, reaching under Guancheng.
Countless thin threads were constantly shuttling among the monster beasts, bringing out patches of blood mist.
All the monsters that entered the pass were strangled in pieces among the red thin lines.
The screams of countless monster beasts before they died spread throughout the entire world.
The blood mist rose, but merged into countless thin lines, turning into rouge red, dyeing the color of the rouge dress even more coquettishly.
Yanzhi was still sitting on Guancheng, and the sadness on his face seemed to become more intense.
But obviously, no one died in this Rouge Pass...
What is she sad about?
Is it a memory?
Or is it a secret that no one knows about?
She couldn't tell, she couldn't remember.
She slowly took out a hair comb and slowly began to comb her long hair.
Every time the hair comb is combed through the long hair, the color of the long hair becomes softer and smoother.
The silvery white color in the roots of the hair slowly turned into red, seeming to be moving towards the tips of the ink-green hair.
After an unknown period of time, a thick layer of corpses of monster beasts seemed to have accumulated under Guancheng.
But Yanzhi didn't seem to look at those monsters, she just let the scattered thin threads of her skirt slaughter the monsters, and she was also guarding the Rouge Pass that she had guarded for countless years.
It seems that he has long been used to it and has become numb.
In the past countless years, no one knew when she appeared in Rouge Gate, or that she had been sitting on the gate like this.
All I know is that she has a rouge scent.
The scent of rouge is mysterious and distant, and seems to contain unspeakable sadness and regret.
Monsters continued to pour into the formation from above the pass, but once they entered the formation, they would all be strangled by the thin threads.
Gradually, the rouge dress on her body became more and more charming.
It seems like you can still see the flowing blood on that long dress...
The strange thing is that the people in Rouge Pass did not smell any blood, only the faint scent of rouge.
The incessant roars of monster beasts never reached the pass, as if everything was so calm and natural.
But for some reason, the fragrance seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
The rich scent of rouge is floating in Guancheng, covering the whole world...
The sky gradually darkened, and seemed to be covered with purple glow...
Looking at the rouge dress above Guancheng, it seemed that someone finally understood.
That rouge is clearly...blood!
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